The Family Heirloom
“Why words, when they’re so slippery?” Whisperings find me standing At the bridge — Squinting through light and darkness To see what’s left to hold as tra...
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Small Pleasures
A pinch nestles in the chamber air between leaves A light tamp another pinch thumb seals aroma A little murmur fingers fumble the match strikes Anticipation― th...
Identity Questioned
Who I am is not determinedby a place on a mapbut a history documentedto create my own story. Note: The poem was inspired by Sanaa Rizvi at Prompt Nights, “That ...